September 6th, 2010
Museums
I like going to museums by myself.
I like looking at random streaks of paint.
And if I spend too much time looking at one,
I don’t have to worry about someone else getting bored,
Or having to wait if they get stuck on their own personal blotch of canvas.
I also like the slow dance I have with other museum goers.
Sometimes they get in front of something I want to see,
Sometimes I get in front of them,
But it all works out as we each make our graceful turns.
A spontaneously choreographed ballet, organized chaos.
Just don’t take any pictures or touch anything.
Those sleepy guards have their eye on you.
They know from the moment you walk in if you are trouble or not.









